Soccer System: All the Skills, One Player!

Brighton, considered by many to be underdogs, put in a surprising performance against the mighty Manchester City Under-20s.

On the pitch, Foden received the ball in the center circle, pivoting elegantly to shake off Denis' tackle. With a quick pass, he found his teammate Tommy Doyle, who advanced a few meters before returning the ball to Foden. Raising his head, the City midfielder studied Brighton's positioning, but noticed the defense was well aligned.

"Close the lines! No space!" shouted Felix, gesturing frantically to his teammates in midfield. He knew any mistake could be fatal against players as skilled as Foden and Sancho.

It was then that Loki came into the picture again. The right-back had been taken on Sancho throughout the match, and each encounter was like a personal duel. This time, Loki showed more than just determination. When Sancho received a long pass from Foden and tried to control it with his sole, Loki read the play perfectly. He anticipated his opponent's next touch, gliding across the pitch in a clean tackle that knocked the ball out of Sancho's feet.

"Loki!" shouted Raphael, pointing forward.

Wasting no time, Loki got up and made a precise pass in depth, connecting directly with Miguel on the right wing.

Miguel, with his impressive speed, took off down the sideline like a bolt of lightning. The winger seemed to float across the pitch, each step calculated to maximize speed and control.

The quick marking surprised Miguel; his marker was off balance because of his own dry inside cut. He raised his head, looking for Arthur in the area, but realized that the centre-forward was well marked. Instead, he opted to play the ball back to Felix, who was advancing through the middle.

Felix controlled the ball with a sure touch, but didn't hesitate. He glanced towards the goal and took a powerful shot from outside the area. The ball traveled like a rocket, forcing City's goalkeeper to make a spectacular save for a corner.

"WOWHHHH!" echoed from the stands.

"Felix isn't afraid to take risks, Clara!" said Henry in the broadcast booth. "And that's what Brighton needs: confidence and daring!"

At the corner, Denis positioned himself to take it. The midfielder had a refined technique for set-pieces, and every cross from him looked like a golden opportunity for his teammates in the box. He raised his left hand, a signal agreed with the Brighton players. The ball came in high and close, headed for the far post, where Luiz Fernando was already rising like a giant.

The Brighton defender beat two City defenders to the ball and headed it firmly towards the goal. The ball hit the post, bouncing dangerously in the box until it was cleared by City.

"ALMOST!" shouted Clara. "Brighton are getting too close, Henry. City are feeling the pressure!"

Ten minutes before the break, Manchester City threatened again.

Phil Foden, always the man, orchestrated a fine move through the middle. He dribbled past Denis and Felix with a single masterful touch, advancing to the edge of the box. Just as he looked set to shoot, Daniel appeared again, like an insurmountable wall. The defender tackled Foden with surgical precision, drawing applause from the Brighton fans.

On the counter-attack, the ball reached Raphael on the left. The left winger, who until then had had few opportunities to shine, finally showed his full repertoire. He received a pass from Aidan and took on his marker, executing a sequence of dribbles that left the City full-back completely bewildered. With a cut inside, Raphael opened up space for a shot, but preferred a low pass to Arthur, who was waiting on the edge of the box.

Arthur tried to move in to finish, but was stopped at the last moment. The ball fell to Lucas, who came bursting out from the back. Without hesitation, he took another shot, but this time the ball was deflected by a defender and went over the line.

"Brighton are hammering away, Henry!" commented Clara. "They're not just defending well, they're creating actual chances!"

The City coach, visibly annoyed, gestured to his players, asking for more movement. Meanwhile, Eddie, the Brighton coach, remained calm on the edge of the pitch.

A few minutes before the break, Manchester City managed another dangerous attack. This time it was Sancho who started the move, dropping back a little to pick up the ball in midfield. He found Foden with a quick pass, and the young playmaker advanced towards the goal.

But that was when Felix, the Brighton midfielder, showed why he was one of the team's most consistent players. He read the play perfectly, positioning himself in Foden's path and dispossessing him with a firm but clean tackle. Wasting no time, Felix made a long pass to Miguel, who was already shooting in from the right.

Miguel masterfully controlled the ball, but this time he had no room to advance. Surrounded by two defenders, he passed back to Loki, who surprised everyone with a long, precise pass to Raphael on the left. The winger dominated and tried another dribble, but was disarmed before he could complete the move.

The first half ended with no more goals after Lucas' strike, but it was a great game, mainly because of Brighton. The home side's performance was way above expectations, and the feeling was that something special was to come in the second half.

At half-time, Eddie gathered the players in the dressing room.

"You're doing well, guys. Keep it up. You've shown that you can compete on equal terms with them. The defense is good, and in attack we're creating. We'll find that edge. Trust the plan and trust each other. City may be good, but you're better." Find your next read on empire

While the players rested a bit and talked strategy, the mood in the dressing room was one of confidence. Brighton wasn't just an underrated team; they were a group of talented youngsters determined to prove their worth.

Outside the dressing room, on the wooden stands around the pitch, a group of teenagers were arguing animatedly. Marceli and her friends, Anne and Carly, had bought tickets to see the Brighton game, especially because of Raphael, in whom Marceli was very interested.

"Do you think I should text him now?" asked Marceli, holding her cell phone with some hesitation. "Something simple, like, 'Good luck in the second half!'"

"Of course!" replied Anne, excited. "If you don't send it now, when will you?"

"I don't know," said Carly, leaning over to look at Marceli's cell phone screen. "What if he thinks it's weird? Like, he doesn't even know you properly, right?"

"But the message is superinnocent," argued Anne. "There's no way he'll take it the wrong way. And he doesn't get many messages like that."

Marceli seemed divided. She typed the message, but hesitated before sending it, looking at the screen with a nervous smile. It was then that an unexpected voice came from behind them.

"I wouldn't send it now if I were you."

The three turned around, surprised. It was a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, sitting a few seats back. She had a friendly smile, but her tone was firm.

"Sorry to intrude," the girl continued, leaning slightly closer, 'but the players' cell phones stay with the coaching staff during the break. They only get them back after the game. Your message won't make any difference now."

Marceli frowned, puzzled. "Really? Are you sure about that?"

"Absolutely," replied the girl. "I'm on the institute's swimming team. At every competition, they take away the cell phones beforehand so that the athletes can focus. During the break, they don't even go near their cell phones. So if you send it now, he won't see it."

Anne crossed her arms, suspicious. "And how do you know so much about this?"

"Lucas Tanaka is a friend of mine," said the girl with a shrug.

Carly laughed. "Well, I guess you saved Marceli from sending a message into the void. What's your name again?"

"Lucy," replied the girl. "And if you want my opinion, I think Raphael will be pleased to know that you're rooting for him. Just maybe send it after the game, when he's more relaxed about answering."

Marceli gave a small smile. "Thanks for the tip, Lucy. I think I'll wait, then."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The girls continued chatting animatedly about the game while Lucy turned her attention back to the pitch. She wasn't an obsessed fan of any player, but she loved soccer and knew talent when she saw it.

In the dressing room, in fact, the atmosphere was one of total focus. While the players were putting on their boots and adjusting their socks, Denis pulled Lucas aside.

"Hey, man, I want to try something... You've seen that they always try to switch the ball around too much in that midfield area, right? I'm going to draw them forward as much as possible and, the moment we have the ball, do the machete."

"Machete?" asked Lucas.

"You know. The movement of cutting through the defense from behind, from one position to another. For example, if you're on the right, you pass behind the defender and go to the left, so you can have more of a surprise factor than a simple through ball."